Alone in my small bedroom
trying earnestly to fall asleep
Restless, I try to rock myself
even try to count fluffy sheep
The house glows darker
as each hour ticks by my door
Suddenly frightening shadows appear
that I know weren't there before
I try to shout out for help
but fear has stilled my voice
How will I survive this monster?
The light switch! it's my only choice!
Despite petrified fear of doom, I decide to initiate a plan
I shimmy quickly to the wall-switch like a Choreographed jazz dance
The room lights up, The stealth phantom shadow has suddenly disappeared!
in its place stands only my desk chair holding todays discarded pair of pants
As soon as I read Sunday Scribblings prompt, It brought back the memories of how frightened the shadows in my room made me feel, when i was small. One particular time, it really was a pair of pants that took on the look of a monster looming in the corner, the darker the night became. I can remember so vividly being frozen with fear and imagining all sorts of scary scenarios. I can also remember that sigh of relief, and amazement that I got so upset over a pair of bunched up pants. If you have small kids, trust me... get them a bedside lamp!
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